Toys No-More Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Man’s downfall is the devil’s game
Since Adam played the clown
Until the day Christ bore our shame
To take back keys and crown


We know the devil thinks us fools
This fact is nothing new
For in God’s house true wisdom rules
His gift of knowledge too


God’s Spirit comes to Jesus’ bride
As Councillor and friend
To feed, to teach to love and guide
Who’s knee will humbly bend


The devil’s brood is clearly seen
Their evil deeds are plain
Quite opposite to Jesus’ queen
Refined and born again


A tare will act as golden wheat
Deceived and bound through lies
Serving as bride by gross deceit
Behind a cunning guise


Light thrives on what The Lord would give
Though some may think it dumb
Yet side-by-side God's wheat may live
Until the reapers come


The bride’s made wise to Satan’s ploys
However chic or fine
No more are we his dancing toys
Made drunk on tampered wine


Through Christ God’s Lamb we’re sober now
We’re free of Satan’s charms
Our knee will but to Jesus bow
Within Salvation’s arms…